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Poetry - "Shana Rishona"
Brooklyn is still so new to me:
in the morning the children walk
themselves to school, they sit
under trees. During lunch
I watch a neighbor hoist groceries
up six flights of steps, and in our
apartment I watch the bridge
beyond, tucked between buildings—
I’m unsure where it goes. There are
so many worlds out there, and I
love them all.
II.
For you, I would do anything
and I guess that means breaking apples into quarters
and boiling them for two hours.
At the right t...
in the morning the children walk
themselves to school, they sit
under trees. During lunch
I watch a neighbor hoist groceries
up six flights of steps, and in our
apartment I watch the bridge
beyond, tucked between buildings—
I’m unsure where it goes. There are
so many worlds out there, and I
love them all.
II.
For you, I would do anything
and I guess that means breaking apples into quarters
and boiling them for two hours.
At the right t...